If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
What a piece of work is a man
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.